"Read the rules before you attack. Anyone who makes a move in this hall will be attacked by the Purple Soul Hall's aura without prejudice. Torment will befall upon their soul."
Jordan felt as though he was dunked in cold water upon hearing those words, and it snapped him out of his angry trance.
Manfred hurriedly grabbed onto Jordan's arm from behind him. "Don't get so worked up, Jordan. Black Sun City is a treasure left behind from ancient times. Our levels of strength are so weak right now, and we can't possibly go against the laws of Purple Soul Hall."
Jordan's face stiffened as he forced himself to withhold his anger. He looked at Fane coldly, gritting his teeth as he snarled, "I won't bother with a dead man like you!"
Fane laughed, unfazed by his words.
Manfred frowned as he said, "You're looking rather confident, brat. Are you possibly planning on not putting your hand on the Purple Soul PLate and not fighting against us?"
Jordan's eyes widened at Manfred's guess. He felt like that could very well have guessed Fane's intentions, which made him internally panic.
He shouted, "Keep dreaming! Even if we don't actually
attack, he'll still be able to force you into the Purple Soul Plate without using any skills. Don't think of trying any petty tricks!"
Manfred nodded seriously.
At that moment, he suddenly had a thought in his mind. He retrieved a pill from his storage ring as he said with a cold smile, "This pill is called the Soul Melting Pill, and upon taking this, you'll feel your soul burning as though grilled in the flames of hell if you don't take the antidote within an hour.
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